YORKSHIRE Ripper Peter Sutcliffe has
callously dismissed his 13 horrific murders as "spilt milk" in a letter
to a porn star girlfriend, the Sunday People can reveal today.

Evil Sutcliffe - who says he is now
a Jehovah's Witness - claims he would never have committed the killings if he
had found religion earlier in life.

But then he cynically rubs salt into
grieving relatives' wounds by adding: "Ah well, it's no use crying over
spilt milk as the saying goes!!"

The heartless remark, which shows
the Ripper still has no sympathy for his victims, is one of a series of astonishing
revelations about Britain's most notorious mass killer which the Sunday People
has uncovered.

The chilling insights into Sutcliffe's
mind come in more than 60 letters he has sent in the last two years to ex-porn
star Sandra Lester, 42. They reveal how he...

GETS secret visits from his ex-wife
Sonia despite the seething resentment of her new toyboy husband.

CLAIMS she is the driving force behind
his £75,000 claim for damages after being blinded in one eye by a fellow
inmate.

SPENDS hours in his cell at Broadmoor
top-security hospital reading the Bible with fellow Jehovah's Witnesses.

STAYS up all night writing letters
to women friends who have a bizarre fascination with him.

ENJOYS visits from his schoolgirl
niece Emily, 10.

CLAIMS for the first time he was mentally
ill when he went on the six- year murder rampage that terrified women throughout
Britain.

Sutcliffe, 53 - jailed for life in
1981 for butchering 13 and trying to kill another seven - proposed marriage
to Sandra in 1995 after she began writing to him.

But the authorities at the Berkshire
mental hospital refused to let her meet him.

Now, in a bizarre attempt to show
that the mass murderer from Bradford, West Yorks, is a reformed character, Sandra
has shown the Sunday People her correspondence.

But his letters do not contain a single
word of sorrow or regret for the murders.

One jokey postcard he sent to Sandra
showed the town of Hell in Norway.

He quipped:

Not many people can say they've been
to Hell and back! Tee hee! Mind you I guess I have - with all the torment I
went through during those horrible years.

He admits to still harbouring feelings
for ex-wife Sonia, 49, who regularly visits him. He wrote in September last
year:

A lot of water has passed under the
bridge since I first met Sonia 32 years ago, when she was only 16.

So we are bound to still have some
feelings for each other with so many shared memories etc!! I really want her
to be happy as she deserves it as she has had a difficult time over the years!

In another letter, Sutcliffe revelled
in the trouble Sonia's visits caused between her and her new husband Michael.
He wrote:

I had a good visit from Sonia all
day on Thursday. We had a lot to catch up on because I hadn't seen her for a
few months 'cos Michael gets too jealous all the time she comes - he's very
immature - and he shouldn't be at 37 years of age, tut, tut!!

He revealed that it was Sonia who
insisted he should claim compensation for being stabbed in the eye by crazed
fellow inmate Ian Kay in 1997.

Sutcliffe stands to get up to £75,000.

He wrote: "I had a nice visit
from Sonia all day on Thursday. She had a large claim form with her for me to
sign for damages for the injury to my eye etc."

Sutcliffe writes at length about how
joining the Jehovah's Witnesses has turned around his life. He wrote:

I have been seeing them for a good
few years now. I just think they're very good to do Bible studies with. It's
done a lot of good doing the studies. I just wish I'd known what I know now
25 years ago, because so much heartache could have been avoided! Ah well, it's
no use crying over spilled milk as the saying goes!

Sutcliffe claims he accepts that he
was mentally ill when he went on his killing rampage in the North of England.
He wrote in February this year: "It's only recently that I've thought I
was suffering from a mental illness when I committed those crimes and Dr Horne
has promised to get me some booklets on that type of thing, so I was thinking
it would be interesting to read up on the subject as I've never done that before!"

Although he can dismiss his killing
spree with the offhand phrase about spilt milk, Sutcliffe feigned disgust when
he heard about the double murder of a young couple near Sandra's home in Southend,
Essex, last month.

He wrote: "I've just heard on
the news about that young couple who were killed, that's dreadful."

Sutcliffe portrays himself as a big-hearted
guy who plays the Samaritan in Broadmoor by helping a blind inmate to fill out
his menu sheets.

In fact, he seems to have convinced
himself he is a nice chap.

He wrote in March this year:

Thank you for the kind things you
said in your letter about me being a caring person!! I tend to attract people
like that who write to me. They can see way beyond the hype put out by the media.

Members of his family have remained
closely linked to him, despite the appalling nature of his crimes.

His nieces Karen and Andrea sent him
the stickers of bears, Smurfs and ducklings he uses to personalise his mail.

They also sent him a rubber stamp,
which he uses to print dinosaur figures at the top of his letters.

Sutcliffe complained in one letter
about tight security when he gets visits from his niece Emily, daughter of his
youngest brother Carl, 31. He writes:

We're only allowed three adults on
visits at one go, but children don't count, so Emily will be allowed in, even
though the new rules state that children have to go on to the computer as well
for security reasons! so they get their own visiting pass now!!

Apart from his written fling with
Sandra, who is now married to an erotic artist called Raven, the Ripper is not
short of penpals.

He mentions several women friends
and pines after a biker from Bradford called Julie, who "sadly" had
a steady boyfriend.

Amazingly Sandra, who is ending her
friendship with Sutcliffe because her husband disapproves, is convinced he regrets
his horrific past.

She said: "He is remorseful and
tries to give his kindness to anyone who needs it."

But we showed the letters to forensic
psychologist Ian Stephen who warned: "Sutcliffe is being manipulative.

"Admitting he is mentally ill
takes away responsibility for his crimes, but it also suggests he can be treated
and cured.

"And if he is cured, it leads
to the possibility of release."

And last night David Leach, whose
student daughter Barbara, 20, was murdered by the Ripper in Bradford in 1979,
said: "It is an easy thing for him to say now that he has found religion
but it doesn't bring back Barbara or any of the others.

"You can't really believe anything Sutcliffe is saying."

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January 28, 1998 - Peter Sutcliffe
- Ian Kay, "Woolworths Killer," admitted to stabbing the "Yorkshire
Ripper" in both eyes with a pen in a prison hospital for the criminally
insane. In no uncertain terms, Kay told the court he had meant to attack Pete
with a razor embedded in a toothbrush handle. "I was going to ... walk
into the room and cut his jugular vein on both sides and wait there until he
was dead... He said God told him to kill 13 women, and I say the devil told
me to kill him because of that."

The 54-year-old, who murdered 13 women,
says top Broadmoor psychiatrist Andrew Horne told him he "no longer considered
me a danger".

His chilling claims come almost 20
years to the day he was arrested. Sutcliffe, who was told he should serve at
least 30 years, believes he has been cured of the "voices from God"
he once blamed for making him kill.

The Jehovah's Witness has been told
that it is possible he will one day be freed.

In a revealing letter to a penpal,
Sutcliffe said: "At my last Mental Health Review Tribunal, Dr Horne told
them he no longer considered me a danger to anyone. So I was pleased about that
as he was so right. I now realise how ill I was all those yearsago."

Sutcliffe's condition has recently
"improved considerably" according to hospital staff, who regard him
as a model inmate.

He now spends most of his spare time
"living quietly in solitude" and enjoys reading the Bible and listening
to the radio. Sutcliffe also still speaks warmly of his ex-wife Sonia.

A Home Office spokesman admitted it
would take a "very brave" Home Secretary to agree Sutcliffe was cured
and should be freed.

THE likeness is eerie and instantly
recognisable. The face that answers the door is chillingly reminiscent of the
sinister figure I've seen peering out of newspapers so many times over the years
-- the same piercing brown eyes, the same arched eyebrows, the same long nose
and wide mouth. John Sutcliffe looks exactly like his son Peter will in 20 years.

I'd telephoned John a few days earlier
after reading he was ill. To my surprise, he agreed to see me and now I find
out why. The Yorkshire Ripper's father is lonely and dying. John Sutcliffe has
cancer of the bladder, heart trouble and emphysema, the legacy of too many cigarettes
and a lifetime working in the mills.

His once superb baritone voice (he
remains Bingley Choir's longest serving member, having joined in 1945) can now
barely hold a conversation, never mind a tune, and is down to a wheezing rasp.
The athletic body which played football and cricket well into his 50s is stooped
and wracked with pain.

John Sutcliffe is talking to me because
he wants one final chance to make his peace with the world.

Much of what he has to say is deeply
shocking because, extraordinary as it seems, he barely has any words of condemnation
for his monstrous son. Many, I am sure, will find some of his comments grotesque.

Nor, by his own admission, has John
carried out much soul-searching about his son's victims and their families.
Their grief, he says, is something "I can't bring myself to picture".

Before we talk, John insists on showing
me around his sparsely furnished one-bedroom council flat in Bingley, northwest
of Bradford. He moved into it six months ago. Only two photos of his large family
adorn the blue-painted walls. The other three are of John in his younger days,
standing besuited alongside members of Bingley choir and in his whites with
team-mates from the local cricket club.

Peter Sutcliffe was one of six children
John had with his quiet, loyal, hard-working wife, Kathleen. Today, Peter (52),
is the only one who remains in regular contact with him. The others have little
to do with John and want even less to do with "their Pete".

Guests are a rare treat for John Sutcliffe.
He spent Christmas Day alone even though one daughter lives just several hundred
metres from John. He hasn't seen another for five years -- and that was a 10-minute
hospital visit after he had a heart attack. The youngest daughter, Jane, lives
in the area but is "busy getting divorced", he says, and anyway, he
is unsure where she lives. He sees Mick, his second eldest son, in passing while
the youngest, Carl (30), may call every six weeks or so.

But Peter rings him every second Tuesday
evening between 6.30pm and 8pm. He continues to be the dutiful son, just as
he was while he stalked the north of England, randomly slaughtering women between
1975-81. "I never see the others. They have completely lost touch with
me. They don't know where I am or what I do, except Pete.

"I don't visit them. We've drifted
apart and it is mainly because of Peter. They don't want to know. You can understand
that. Pete keeps asking me to tell his brothers to visit him but they don't
want to know."

SO how has John Sutcliffe coped since
his son was unmasked as the Yorkshire Ripper in 1981, a moment which thrust
the family name to the top of the criminal infamy league?

The answer is he tries to blank out
from his mind the evil his son has committed and finds it difficult to voice
any emotion about what he describes as "it".

Even before "it" happened,
the Sutcliffes were a rumbustious lot, with the men living life close to the
edge. Petty crimes, drinking, womanising -- except Peter, quiet suburban Pete
who'd done so well for himself with his detached home in a middle class Bradford
suburb.

"He was the perfect son, devoted
to his mother. The best of the lot, " says John (75). "I have to accept
I may never see him again as I' m too ill to make the journey to Broadmoor and
it's six years since I've set eyes on him."

So what turned Peter into a monster?
And is his father haunted by the thought that somehow the sins of the father
are visited on the son? Sutcliffe is adamant on this. "I have done nothing
in my life to make Pete do what he did. He was brought up properly and I am
at peace with myself over that. There were nights when I've cried over what's
happened, but what he did, he did because he was ill."

Recent photos of Peter show a striking
physical resemblance to his father. When asked who he takes after, John snappily
replies: "Does he have to take after anyone?"

JOHN'S own father was of upper-working
class stock. Of his mother: "She was a bitch. The least said the soonest
mended on her," he states, refusing to expand on why she still ignites
such strong feelings within him.

Marriage to pretty Roman Catholic
Kathleen Coonan was followed a year later by Peter's birth in June 1946. "Kathleen
was a tremendous mother. I thank God she didn't live to see what happened as
it would have killed her."

John is of the kind who believed a
woman's place was in the home. Like many working class families, Kathleen would
have to have John' s meal ready for him after a Sunday lunchtime drinking session.

Her life of drudgery was lifted for
a time when she befriended a local man. When John found out, he publicly humiliated
Kathleen about the relationship in front of her children, including Peter. While
she meekly returned to quiet domesticity, John continued to work hard and play
hard.

"Pete was never any trouble.
He had a head of golden curls as a child and he was so good. You never had to
tell him twice to do anything. He was a mummy's boy.

"He was very quiet and shy until
he was 17 and then he began to get more confident. He was meticulous about his
clothes, always looked smart though he wasn't one for the girls. In fact, he
only ever brought one home."

"Don't mention that woman's name
in this house," John Sutcliffe demands. "She is strange. Everyone
who met her said she was."

"The first thing about her you
noticed was she was so domineeringly quiet. She gave you the feeling without
saying a word that she was disappointed in everything and everyone she came
across in Pete's family. She thought she was a cut above us.

"Our house was never dull but
you'd rarely get a laugh or a conversation out of her.

"Pete would always have a story
to tell and if it was a bit saucy, she'd look straight at him and admonish him
like a kid. "Pete," she' d say, and that was it. He'd shut up.

"Pete and her would occasionally
hold hands. Wherever he sat, she' d always be right next to him on the chair
arm. She stuck close to him so he couldn't get away from her. He was henpecked.
She was the gaffer in that relationship."

If the Sutcliffes were looking forward
to a boozy knees-up at Peter' s 1974 wedding to Sonia, they were badly let down.
"The reception was in a pub and after the speeches, it just seemed to dissolve.
They went off and we went home.

"If we visited them, she'd never
sit and chat, she's always be running around doing something. We'd visit and
she'd disappear into the kitchen and we'd hardly see her.

"She was mean. We visited one
January for Sunday tea and it was so cold, my wife sat in her winter coat. I
put the gas fire on and in swanned her ladyship before suddenly disappearing
again. Just as the room was warming up, the fire went off. Sonia had switched
it off at the mains.

"We didn't make a fuss for Pete's
sake but my wife vowed never to go there again. Instead, they'd come to us for
Sunday tea but we'd always have salad as they could be four hours late. It was
always because she was doing something in the house."

Despite his dislike for Sonia, Sutcliffe
says the "greatest" tragedy for the couple was they did not have children.
It seems Sonia had three, possibly four, miscarriages during the years Peter
was playing the perfect husband as well as leading his secret double life as
a killer.

People will find it breathtaking John
Sutcliffe would still wish a child had been born to carry on the lineage of
this strange union, but he adds: "Peter would have been a great father."

THOSE who lived in the North while
Peter Sutcliffe remained undetected can still vividly recall the fear his brutality
caused in people's daily lives.

The Sutcliffes were no different.

"Oh yes, we talked about who
this Ripper could be, though I can't recall chatting about it to Pete. He was
very protective of his sisters, " says John. "I never saw a photo-fit
that looked like him. My daughters were as scared as other women and one carried
a knife in her handbag for protection."

When they realised it was their own
flesh and blood, the jokey, laughing, meticulously tidy Pete, they were protecting
themselves from, the family's lives were to be changed forever.

"I was at work and a pal came
up to me and asked if I had a brother called Peter who lives at Heaton in Bradford.
"No, but I've a son, " I said and noticed his face go pale. He threw
down the paper and it was there in blaring headlines. Our Pete was the Ripper.

"My mind is a blank about how
I felt but I asked the guy to fetch the mill manager and showed him the paper.
"You see that. It's my lad. I'll have to go home." My wife had died
in 1978 so I went to my eldest daughter, Maureen's as that's where the other
kids had congregated. The doctor was called to give Jane tranquillisers after
she'd fainted when she heard the news on the radio.

"They were all stood in shocked
silence. We couldn't believe it, that Pete could have done all that. I didn't
believe it until I visited him two weeks later in Armley Jail in Leeds. Before
I could say anything, he told me he was sorry for the trouble he had caused
us. That's when I accepted he was the Yorkshire Ripper."

When it was pointed out that Peter
has never apologised to the victims' families, John Sutcliffe's reply is astonishing:
"He offered on his own volition an apology for the trouble he caused. That's
almost the same as saying sorry."

After his eldest son was given 20
life sentences after being found guilty of murder at his Old Bailey trial, John
began visiting him in jail on a Saturday morning. "I could never get a
word in as Sonia would pull out a note pad with a list of things to discuss.
You couldn' t even hear what they were saying as she'd prattle non-stop in a
whisper to him. She'd keep him talking until a minute before the end."

Since he found out about his son's
crimes, Sutcliffe has simply tried to carry on with life as normally as possible.

"I went back to work two weeks
after his arrest because I knew I had to face the world. I was nervous but I
wouldn't hide away. I let the world know I was still here in spite of the carry
on," he stutters. "My friends all stood by me. No one has ever said
anything to my face.

"I live with my son's actions
by putting them to the back of my mind. I can't bring myself to picture the
victims or their families no matter how hard I try. That's how I cope. I keep
myself to myself. I see people I know when I walk to the local shops for food.
I have to use a walking stick since I had two arteries replaced last May. Other
than that, I lead a quiet life."

JOHN Sutcliffe now spends his days
watching TV, one of his favourite programmes being Quincy, the American drama
series centred around a pathologist's working life. His days of carousing are
long past and he says he is ready for death.

Meanwhile his son spends his days
painting, playing snooker and reading the Bible, having become a Jehovah's Witness.
"He is quite an astounding painter. He does historical and religious figures.
We don't write much as he finds it difficult after being blinded in one eye
by an inmate.

"I send Pete phone cards and
he is concerned how I am. I am sure he thinks he will see me again but my health
has deteriorated very much. I told him eight months ago about my conditions
and he's never rung as regular as he has over that time.

"We don't discuss his crimes
in depth. We don't need to. He has said certain things to me about them but
they are things I shall take to my grave."

So was Peter Sutcliffe mad or bad?
"He certainly had some kind of madness in his mind, though I never once
saw any sign of it. I don' t know why he killed. I believe he may have some
kind of schizophrenia. There is no way I could call him evil. I know him too
well.

"As far as I am concerned, Peter
was good and normal -- the best of my sons. If he hadn't done wrong, I could
imagine he'd now own his own haulage company as he was a workaholic, and have
a family around him."

So does he still love his eldest son?
His reply is breathtaking. " He is a lovable lad. I can't bring myself
to hate him. I am not ashamed of him because he is a right grand lad. You couldn't
have wished for a better son. But I am abashed at what he did.

"I haven't got long to go and
I am at peace with myself. I shall be happy when I die."

Sadly, that was not a sentiment shared
by the 13 women who were robbed of their lives.

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January 8, 2001 - Doc says i'm no
danger
GARY JONES
The Mirror

EVIL killer Peter Sutcliffe has sensationally
claimed that one of Britain' s leading psychiatrists no longer considers him
a threat to society.

PETER Sutcliffe stood alone and unmanacled
at the windswept seaside resort he visited two weeks ago.

A horrified public believed the Yorkshire
Ripper was handcuffed to a Broadmoor nurse on his day out to the spot where
his father's ashes were scattered.

Instead the 58-year-old mass killer claims
he walked down the beach at Arnside, Cumbria, unaccompanied and unfettered.

Amazed, he boasted to a penpal after
his first taste of freedom in 24 years: "Yes, it was a nice day out to Arnside
where dad's ashes were buried. I walked along the beach by myself (without handcuffs)
for quite a distance. The guys trusted me!!

"It was a freezing cold wind coming off
the sea. I stopped at the place on the beach where dad's ashes were (I had photos
of the exact spot) and had a few minutes there."

Sutcliffe enclosed the photo above, taken
in the 70s of himself standing at the same spot. He has kept his dark hair and
beard and, although fatter, looks much the same today.

In letters littered with exclamation
marks, Sutcliffe

- who in six years murdered 13 women
and tried to kill seven more - says he is "weary" of discussing his crimes.

He writes fancifully of winning an appeal
against conviction and rubbishes reports that he plans to marry penpal Pam Mills,
54. He also tells of his battle against diabetes.

Sutcliffe was refused permission to attend
the funeral of his father John, who died, at 81, of cancer.

However, he threatened to pursue a human
rights case if he was not allowed to carry out a pledge to his father and revisit
Arnside.

He used snaps taken by his family at
the ashes ceremony to pinpoint the location.

Then, after permission from former Home
Secretary David Blunkett, he set out on the 540-mile round trip from his high-security
hospital at Crowthorne, Berks.

Revealing that he ended the heavily criticised
visit himself, he said: "After just over 20 minutes, I said OK chaps let's go
back to the van and we set off back at 11.30am. We had our meals on the way
etc."

Writing in a neat, flowing hand, Sutcliffe
continues to display an astonishing arrogance.

The man who battered his victims over
the head with a hammer, then stabbed them with a screwdriver or knife,

writes: "I'm weary of talking about the
past and all the tragedy - which is constantly brought up by an army of doctors
and psychiatrists." Instead of remorse, and despite being told he will die behind
bars, he dwells on the dubious prospect of an appeal based on a ruling made
by the judge at his trial in 1981.

Claiming to be no longer insane or dangerous,
he says:

"There are hopes for the future. I have
an appeal hearing against conviction and sentence...I still take each day as
it comes though!"

But he writes: "Absolute rubbish... no
truth in it at all. I never had plans to get married! It all came from a rumour
and my friend Pam bought a friendship ring and it was mistaken for an engagement
ring.

That's all there was to it."

Sutcliffe, who benefited from his father's
will, has no shortage of money to buy presents for friends and family and luxury
goods for himself.

But he has changed his surname by deed
poll to his mother's maiden name of Coonan so no one will know the real man
behind his cheques.

He says: "I did that because I was unable
to get a bank account under my old name as they were frightened in case I sued
if there was a leak to the press about my account."

The canny killer also revealed he moved
his money out of a Broadmoor account into a building society because it did
not gather interest.

He writes: "The cash office have to do
all the transactions for me. I just put my signature on things

- etc!

"My old surname is now quite obsolete...it
would be actually illegal for me to use it! Everything has to be signed P Coonan
now!"

Diabetic Sutcliffe has been told he must
urgently lose weight or put his life at risk. But he has been made to wait his
turn at using the Broadmoor gym which has tens of thousands of pounds' worth
of equipment.

He says: "I'm still waiting...hopefully
it won't be long because the issue of me going into insulin injections is quite
a crucial one and I don't have much time left to play with.

"I know how important exercise is. I'll
go on the treadmills, rowing and weight-lifting machines. I simply have got
to reduce my dangerously high blood sugar levels."

Sutcliffe accuses one of the doctors
of losing patience with him as he keeps refusing insulin. But he hits back:
"If I can lose some weight, my blood sugar levels should come down.

"If I can bring the B/S levels down I
could avoid the insulin! I'm a man with a plan! Tee hee!"

Sutcliffe has been blind in one eye since
he was stabbed by another patient in 1997. But he claims he has found forgiveness
after becoming a Jehovah's Witness.

He says: "I have forgiven the mentally
ill person who did it as I am a Christian - etc! It happened eight years ago
so it's history."

The killer spends much of his time watching
films and listening to classical music. He claims Mozart keeps him calm. He
also tells of ordering a VCR from Argos.

Divorced Sutcliffe is regularly visited
by former wife Sonia, 54. Sonia, who remarried, still confides in him and on
her most recent visit they discussed pornography.

Sutcliffe writes: "I had a lovely all
day visit from my ex-wife Sonia. We had a good long chat.

"Sonia hates pornography, after all it's
a type of unfaithfulness ogling other women with one thing in mind and I'm inclined
to agree with her on that issue!"

Sutcliffe says he also stays in contact
with his three sisters and two brothers. He adds: "Things could be worse! In
fact lots of people are worse off in the world through poverty, disease, starvation,
wars etc!"